"Who said I came to rescue you? You tormented me for so long, you still expect me to save you?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Do I have Stockholm syndrome?"
"And who exactly slaughtered the Flower Offering Sect, can't you see? Did I make a move throughout? Was Brother Qiu standing next to me completely ignored by you?"
"Hey."
The scholar leaned over to Fat Long and whispered, "What does that Stockholm thing mean?"
"Oh, it's nothing, I used to have a dog named that."
"..."
The Heavenly Girl, excited and emotional, chained to the stone pillar, looked at Fat Long with a suddenly frozen smile on her face, somewhat at a loss, she murmured, "Little fatty... why are you so fierce?"
"You used to be kind to me, and even told me jokes."
"Nonsense!"
The more Fat Long thought about it, the angrier he became. He hands on his hips and pointed at the Heavenly Girl, scolding, "Wait until the day you don't laugh means death; I believe you would also be very gentle and tell a lot of jokes!"
